Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

Why not relive some childhood memories by picking up a copy of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs before the film version is released this month. Then you can be the annoying person in the theater who keeps blabbing to their companions about all of the horrible inaccuracies and possibly go off on a tangent about how nothing is sacred anymore. Of course if you aren’t familiar with this much loved bedtime story then by all means please read the publisher’s description below:
The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast, lunch and dinner. But it never rained rain and it never snowed snow and it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed things like mashed potatoes. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers. Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse. The food got larger and larger and so did the portions. Chewandswallow was plagues by damaging floods and storms of huge food. The town was a mess and the pople feared for their lives. Something had to be done, and in a hurry.